"Like many pseudo-literate young people born during the late 20th century, Ulysses currently plays a major support role in the awkward architecture of my to-be-read pile, with a bookmark embedded at page 157. So I can't speak with complete authority on Conn's faithfulness to the original romp around Dublin (although I'm fairly certain there isn't an extended lecture in screenwriting on page 239), but the scent of remake, rather than inspiration, soaks every page."
This kicks the living crap out of the New York Times Review of Books!
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